The gray races by
wheels turning
mind numbing
to the noise
to the fumes
from the other
moving hunks of metal.
Just when I thought,
so ugly…
nothing to see
stay in between
your lines…
My eyes moved
upward and over
to a canvas
filled with
Beauty~
Sweet trees
midway through
Autumn falls
the colors
the textures
the rainbow
stole my breath
such beauty in death…